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Chapter 6. Sundry Doings at Fosse-1
Chapter 6. Sundry Doings at Fosse I found Macgillivray reading Greek with his feet on the mantelpiece and the fire out. He was a bit of a scholar and kept up his classics. Of all my friends he was the one who had aged least. His lean, dark head and smooth, boyish face were just as I remembered them twenty years ago. I hadn’t seen him for months, and he gave me a great welcome, rang for beer to which he knew I was partial, and settled me in his best armchair. ‘Why this honour?’ he asked. ‘Is it friendship or business? A sudden craving for my company, or a mess you want to be helped out of?’ ‘Both,’ I said. ‘But business first.’ ‘A job for the Yard?’ ‘No-o. Not just yet, anyhow. I want some information. I’ve just got on the track of a rather ugly affair.’ He whistled. ‘You have a high
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